The Breeze

It came to me through the window on the midnight breeze and the autumn scents. It came as a message from you, that you would not be there any more. It came through and whispered in my ear that you were not intersted . It came to me as I sit in the bottom of the tub as the shower of water sprayed down onto my head and ran down my body. It wrapped itself in many fine lines of poetry, telling me that your love was not real. It came strongly almost suffocating me with its urgency. It said it wasn't wrong, explained that everything else was. Said that to be right would be truth. It came to me through the window on the midnight breeze, it came as a message from you.